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February 21, 2013 Am I Southern Yet?
I have a friend in Australia. She’s a friend though we’ve never met, I’ve never been to Australia, and she’s never been to Tennessee. But because of this blog, I found her blog and she found mine and now we chat in comment sections, on Facebook and, later this year, in person!
She’ll be in the US on her grand tour (fine, it’s a vacation) and her travels will take her to within a few hours’ drive of my house. Since she’s already come all the way across the world, she’s being kind enough to drag herself and her family an additional 250 miles or so to see me and mine.
In return, I’m going to ask my wife to make a pumpkin cheesecake while I cook out on the grill. Totally fair trade, right?
One of the common threads in our “conversations” has been to compare language, usage, and idioms between Australian English and American English (which I tend to refer to as Americanese). Often times, the offending phrase is rooted in some southern-ism – mine in the southern US, hers in the southern parts of Australia, and the world for that matter – to the extent that I am now her go-to person in for explanation of all things odd and below the Mason-Dixon line.
Now, you likely know by now that I am not a southerner by birth. As a result, to many southerners, I am not now, nor will I ever become, a southerner. That said, I have spent nearly a decade in the South (Holy smokes! How did that happen?) now so I can fake it pretty well. Just the other night, one of my sons had a friend over. When his mom came to get him, she knew immediately that my wife was not from ‘round here, but thought that I was. She was shocked to hear of my New York origins and I have to admit that I was somewhat pleased. By no means do I hide or undersell my place of birth – it is a great source of pride for me – but I also pride myself on being adaptable as a result of the diversity that upbringing provided. So I was very smug pleased to see that my work as a secret agent had born fruit – I had successfully infiltrated the Confederacy and can now be mistaken as a native son.
It caused me to reflect upon that notion at various times over the rest of the weekend. Had I lost my identity? Had I been diluted? Granted, I was “recognized” at work for being a bit, ahem, northeastern in my dealings just a couple of weeks ago. But that was a positive thing, right? No holds barred is sometimes the only way to go, especially when a “bless your heart” is too subtle. At the same time, though, I do find myself more at home in my bucolic lifestyle than I used to be. I yearn for the big city less often than ever before. But me, a Southerner? I don’t think so yet. Maybe not ever.
Perhaps I’m just not looking far enough to the south. Australia’s very nice this time of year…
Tags: Americanese, australia, southern
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October 20, 2012 Even in Australia
One of my favorite children’s books is Alexander and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day. Mostly because it’s funny but also that it keeps referencing Australia. I’ve always wanted to go. And not just on holiday (as they call vacations). To live. Or at least spend a couple of years. It has always seemed so near because of he language and so far because of the distance and, well, the language. But I’ve not known anyone from there so my infatuation was nearly baseless. Unless you count Alexander.
Recently, I’ve made my first contact with Australia and I’ve learned some things:
- There are Australians who think we Americans at exotic
- There are Australians who are scared to death of America
- There are small towns and big cities and hardened people and even what we in the states would call rednecks in Australia
- They have a rockin’ Olympic team
- There are just as many stories there as in the naked city I come from
What I’m getting at is that people are people everywhere you go (I hope you end up with the same Depeche Mode snippet in your head that now saddles mine). And we’re all flawed and we’re all awesome and we all have regret and accomplishment and cynicism and faith in our fellow man.
I still want to go to Australia some day. I think I’ll be looking at it as more of a confirmation trip than one where I seek some panacea. Heck, the trip is so long, I’ll be cactus by the time I get there (look it up. I had to).
Then again, it is Australia.
Tags: Alexander and the terrible horrible no good very bad day, australia
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August 10, 2012 I Had Ice Cream for Breakfast
Because we were out of apples. Let me back up.
We try to eat healthy (despite what the title of this post betrays). But, when packing my lunch today, I realized we were down to one apple. Clearly I needed to wait until later to have this lone gem with the peanut butter I had just fended off the two dogs to collect into a small tupperware for transport.
So I searched for alternate breakfast items. But it was the first day back to school for the kids so we were harried. I stuffed a Clif bar and some almonds and a couple of bananas into my cooler, ran out the door and realized I’d not yet eaten anything for breakfast.
I’d already set the alarm on the way out the door and there is a fridge in the garage…
Frozen bagels, turkey chop meat, some pancakes and waffles…and ice cream sandwiches. I had coffee in hand already and honestly, what’s better than coffee and ice cream for dessert? Why, coffee and ice cream for breakfast!
Perhaps I was further discombobulated that I suddenly have a few hundred people in Australia (Tasmania, really!) reading me, but this seemed perfectly reasonable at the time. Of course, to add to the irony, all of this immediately followed a conversation my wife and I just finished, setting up our next health challenge, which is supposed to consist of eliminating processed foods, pork, beef, and chicken from our diet for a couple of weeks. But that starts Sunday.
Hey, at least I still have an apple left over for lunch.
Tags: australia, diet, Ice. Ream sandwich